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Anyway, while I was there, several supply related issues in the hour leading up to lunch, which caused us to think we firstly didn't have enough rice, secondly we had enough but it was too soggy, thirdly we had too much rice and it was still too soggy and finally, we had slightly too much rice which was an excellent consistency.
This drama went on for about an hour. While it was happening, it was quite stressful being in the canteen. Being an expert in cooking rice for 5, I have no idea when it comes to cooking it for 155. This allowed me to take a back seat in the drama and be assigned to making jelly cups.
After it was over, I said to one of the valiant and awesome canteen stalwarts how impressed I was with how they handled the potential disaster. (Yes I know it's a first world problem but it was very real at the time). She said, every day it was the same, dodging bullets and fighting fires.
Well didn't THAT ring true.
Dodging Bullets and Fighting Fires! I believe is what I do, and I suggest a large number of you do also. Every. Single. Day.
If our lives were interesting enough to make a movie, this is what the movie would be called.
No milk in the fridge? Quick drive to IGA. Bullet dodged.
Birthday party in 20 mins with no present? Raid present draw, add slightly used paper and homemade card. Another bullet whizzes past with no damage.
Realise you have wrong number of car seats for the number of 6 year olds you must transport? Next door has a spare, go and grab it. Fire out.
And from this morning:
Come around corner to see Josh's school bus already nearly at the stop. No other school kids there to wave it down. Break into a frantic run and throw 9 year old onto it, tossing his blazer at him and grabbing his leaking drink bottle from him at the same time, shouting 'JUST DRINK FROM THE BUBBLER!". Bullet and Fire at the same time. Dodged and out.
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| Don't let it mesmerise you. Fight it!! |
No matter how organised I am (or I think I am) the unexpected always comes and bites me in the bum. I wonder, is there any point in trying to be organised at all?
Well, I've given it 5 minutes of deep thought and I think it is. Because if we can control the things we know about, NEVER be complacent, and keep an eye out for the fires and bullets, we can expect a mostly peaceful life.
And then occasionally when things do completely go to shit we know we did our best, but there are some things you just can't prepare for.
Fought any fires or dodged any bullets lately?
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